Best of Miami Portfolios 2001 - Units.muohio.edu

dragon thunders by me. He doesn’t see me. I’m hiding behind a tree in my jungle. I’m hiding under
the sheets in my room. He doesn’t see me. I think Mama already fought the dragon. I don’t hear
Mama. I don’t know where she is. I can just hear the dragon. He’s roaring. He’s pounding on the
steps. I’m frozen in my jungle so he doesn’t see me. He doesn’t see me. The dragon stomps right
by me. And I hear a door slam. I think it’s safe. I think I can take the pillow off my head. I think I
can peek out of the covers. It’s not so dark anymore. I can here Mama breathing now. I think she’s
still stuck in her jungle.
I’m not tired. I was scared of the dragon but I’m not tired. I’m not tired. I can hear the
hummy sound. I’m not. It’s hard work hiding from a dragon. Mama isn’t breathing so hard and I
just hear the hummy. Hummmmm. It sounds like a bee in my jungle. But I conquered the jungle.
I’m a little sleepy. No I’m not tired.
It’s not so dark anymore. I’m in my room. There’s a bird outside my window. I think it’s a
mama bird singing to her baby birds. Sometimes I’m like a bird and I fly away but now I’m just
me. I’m just me in my room. I’m just me in my room with a mama bird outside my window. I
wonder if the baby birds are ever scared. I bet the mama bird gets scared sometimes. Sometimes I
get scared too but I’m brave.
My covers are warm and fuzzy. But I need to see Mama. I need to see if Mama escaped from
her jungle like me. I put my right slipper on my right foot and I put my left slipper on my left foot.
Sometimes I have to look at the slippers and see which side is bigger. I put my big toe in the big
side of the slipper. My slippers are warm and fuzzy too. Just like my covers. Sometimes there’s a
jungle underneath my covers that’s hot and sweaty. I tiptoe over to Mama’s room. Mama’s bed
covers are on the floor but I don’t know where Mama is. Mama’s soft pillow is ripped and there are
soft feathers in Mama’s soft pillow but there is still no Mama. Mama will be mad when she sees
that her soft pillow is broken.
I tiptoe downstairs because I can still hear the hummy. Mama is sitting in front of the TV.
Mama’s face is purple and blue and yellow like a rainbow. Mama looks beautiful. I crawl onto the
couch and sit on her feet. Mama moves and I can hear her breathing. Mama’s toenails are pretty
pink. Mama is so pretty. I slither like a snake along the couch and grab onto Mama’s neck. I cuddle
up in Mama’s arms. I kiss her face and it tastes salty like the salt that comes out of the blue can with
the girl and her twirly umbrella on the front. I kiss Mama again and her cheek tastes salty. Mama
opens her eyes.
Maybe Mama escaped from her jungle when she opened her eyes. I think Mama was stuck
in her jungle all night but I don’t know if she ever fought the dragon. I bet there was a fire-breathing
dragon in her jungle. And I bet Mama fought the dragon all night. Mama’s brave too. Maybe Mama
was stronger than the dragon. Maybe the dragon was stronger than Mama. Sometimes I have a
tough time finding my way out of the jungle. I hope Mama didn’t get lost in there.
I snuggle in between Mama’s arm and Mama’s heart. I can hear her heart beating. Thump
thump thump. Hummmmm. Thump thump thump. It’s warm next to Mama’s heart. But it’s not too
loud. Thump thump thump. The thumpy sound helps me go to sleep. My cheek is next to Mama’s
heart. Thump thump thump. It sounds like Mama’s running out of her jungle. And I’m waiting for
Mama here next to her heart with the hummy from the TV. I can still hear the mama bird singing
outside. Maybe Mama hears her too. Thump thump thump.
65